Find your passion

Most of us dream big as children. We have lofty visions of becoming firemen, doctors, teachers, lawyers, police officers. We dream of becoming a world-renowned sports figure, or the next great inventor. We believe we can achieve anything because there’s nothing standing in our way, nothing stopping us.

As children.

Those same dreams, visions and passions may carry on into our teenage and adult years. We might actually accomplish the goals we set out for ourselves oh-so-long-ago. We might cross that finish line, arms held high, triumph and pride glowing from the huge grin on our faces.

But what happens when life doesn’t happen like we wanted it to? What about that huge monkey wrench that threw your life into a spiral? What happens when your dreams disappear down a drain because of something you had no control over?

Human nature demands denial, anger and vengeance for what we were robbed of. After all, that dream, that goal, was my baby. Why shouldn’t I be upset?

But if all your time and energy is focused on what you had are you even noticing what you could have?

It’s easy to get caught up in a pity party, even easier to stay there when people around you don’t encourage you to move on. Empathy is a beautiful thing, comparable to a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders after a particularly chilly day. The flip side is that too much of it sucks at your feet like a mud pit, keeping you in place, drying and hardening until standing still is all you remember how to do.

Staying there is a choice. Moving on is a choice. It’s easier to stay because… Well, emotionally driven creatures find comfort in staying in that moment of anger and betrayal. Moving on is uncomfortable and, at the moment, an unwanted notion.

But see, passion doesn’t die just because a dream fails. Your passion might remain; you’ll just have to find another way to accomplish your goal. Or your passion might shift to a completely different part of your life altogether.

That love for painting that you gave up to pursue an engineering degree might blossom now that you were rejected from MIT. That desire to be a nurse might grow now that you’ve failed the bar exam. That insane urge to own a B&B has taken root now that you were laid off from your nine-to-five office job because of budget cuts.

Passions evolve if nourished and encouraged to grow in a loving, supportive environment. My cousin over at Sweet Melissa’s Photography discovered her love for photography a year ago. My passion for writing exploded in August 2010, and has resulted in my own writer’s blog, membership to a few critiquing groups, and fine-tuning my style of writing. My cousin and I are the same age, an age when most people are settled into their careers, not looking to pursue a new one. We have husbands, children, and bills to pay. Yet we’ve found something we can both be passionate about despite our “old” age.

So before you start muttering about how much you hate your life, before you start wistfully wishing you still had that lost dream, before you wonder what you’re going to do now, think about those youthful dreams and visions. Think about how much they excited you. Think about how impassioned you were.

And, if you’re able to, act on them even if all you can do now is get a feel for whatever your passion might be. Just don’t give up yet.

Find it, find your niche, find your passion, and pursue it wholeheartedly.


The End

I’ve heard that all good things must come to the end. My pessimistic, sarcastic persona wants to know something though: Is that an invitation to let the “bad times” begin?

Hmm… Who thought up this saying anyway?

Good times become good memories. The moment might end but the memory lives on. Corny, I know, but it’s true. How often do you sit around and reminisce about the good ol’ times? And as the years go by, your treasure chest of good times grows. Each gathering of friends or family is another chance to exchange those pleasant remembrances.

But not to ignore its counterpart, bad times do happen, whether we go looking for them or not. I’d like to believe we don’t but my assumption might be completely inaccurate there. But you know the amazing thing about experiencing a bad time in life?

You remember the ending more than the time itself.


I don’t know the exact reason. I’m not a psychiatrist or psychoanalyst. I don’t understand the deep workings of the brain.

I just know that most humans I’ve come across don’t dwell on the bad times of their lives but what happened afterwards. And isn’t it ironic that the “afterwards” is usually a good time?

So here’s to celebrating the joyful circle of good times in your life. And here’s also to celebrating the little speed bumps of life that get us to those good times.

Sprout – Day 18

(Today’s post is in letter form)

Dear God –

I’m writing today not for myself but for someone I love. She is a sister and a friend.

Lord, I can’t begin to describe the tumultuous emotions I feel for her and what she’s going through. I understand that You have a plan and a purpose for her but right now, as an outsider, I wonder what it is. I don’t doubt Your ability to heal, to grow, to propel forward, but when the picture is so small and the wounds are so fresh, I know from past experience that doubt happens.

I pray for a support group to encompass her. May she be willing to accept their support and learn that leaning is okay.

I pray for strength because I’m sure she feels weak. You said that Your strength is sufficient. Make that real for her.

I pray for peace because being in a storm sucks. Move her from the outside of the storm into the eye of the storm where it’s calm and she’s protected.

I pray for finality. That probably sounds really odd but, God, I know it’s not. It’s closure, that sense of something finally being done, let go of, put to rest at last.

I pray for comfort. Wrap her in Your arms, let her know You’re still there.

There’s so much I could pray for for my sister and friend, God, but I don’t have enough words to put it into writing or even to say it out loud. So here’s my heart, my prayer, laid out before You on her behalf.

In this time of uncertainty, I believe in Your plan for her, Your love for her, and how much You want her to grow.

Grow her, God. Let her see this is worth it. Grow her into the woman You know she’ll become.



Sprout – Day 14

By taking on this challenge of writing everyday for a month, I’ve come across two women who write in styles that are very different than mine but touch me nonetheless.

I’m honored to call them blogging friends and sisters in Christ. I’ve never met them in person. I would love to but who knows, right?

I’m pleased to introduce you first to Debra, a woman whose writing inspires me on a daily basis. Her online inspirations have been the base for some of my writings. I feed off of her knowledge, her perspective. I’m honored to learn under her blogging guidance.

I’m also very pleased to introduce you to Amanda. I don’t believe she posts everyday, but when she does… Her writing is at times just what I need to read. Her amazing ability to weave bits and pieces of her life into what she’s learning about God is stunning. I’m honored to read and receive from her posts.

Both of these women have shown me the power that comes with writing, that what you write can have a profound impact on your readers. I am honored to know both of these women, blessed to read their posts, amazed that God could provide such terrific role models for me.

I pray God’s blessing over their writings, that their followers grow in numbers, in faith, in belief, in ability. I pray His choicest blessings over their lives. I pray that those who read their blogs find their words to inspiring, uplifting and convicting.

Day 31: Reliance

The 30 Day Challenge of building a post around or about one word ends today. While I breathe a sigh of relief that it’s over, I’m eagerly anticipating the challenge for April.

Even though writing’s becoming a passion of mine, in blog form and fictional form, the challenge of building a post around one word tested my ability to always make the post consistent and relevant. But in writing each post, I learned to rely on God not only about what to write but also on how to write it.

I always thought my reliance on Him was solid. I trust in Him, have faith in Him, believe in Him. I never realized that something like writing would challenge that notion and force me to rely on Him so strongly.

My writings in March have brought moments of peace, amusement, belly deep laughter, thought provoking questions, fervent prayers and questions, unexpected answers and guidance. I have made a new friend, whose postings for March I have deeply enjoyed. I have been challenged by a friend who’s also family. I have encouraged and been blessed in helping a sibling. I’m honored and humbled in ways I can’t describe, a result, I know, of my growing reliance on Him.

I pray that your reliance on Him grows as mine has, and that your existing notion of reliance on Him is redefined.


Dear God,

Thank You for a month of amazing writings, encouragements, and redefinition.

Thank You for pushing me to redefine my reliance on You. I ask that my reliance on You continues to grow, that the areas I need to learn to rely on You continue to expand until every part of my life centers on my reliance on You.